"I take it you don't want to just join the team that's already happening?" Coach Simon asks him in a worried tone, already afraid of the scheming look floating in Troye's eyes that is, of course, not good at all.
Troye sits at the opposite side of the wooden table, his hands are clenched into fists with the prospect of what he's doing – what he's about to begin. He never thought in all his life that he'd have the chance to be the captain of his own football team, but here he is, two seconds away from getting it.
Although, the reasoning behind all of this wasn't exactly the most positive of things, and that he understands perfectly. But it's not like he cares about what's right or wrong at all.
He nods once and then again to get his point across before speaking his mind about the atrocious team (but he stops himself from becoming too spiteful because unluckily for him, their captain is a twat who Coach Simon actually thinks can play well...wow.)
"Yeah, I just feel like there's some people I wouldn't be able to get along with no matter how hard I try," he starts, working out in his head how he's going to convince the Coach, "And isn't it a good idea to have friendly competition inside our own school. I think it is." And that is true in a way, it's not like he's bullshitting completely. Although, he won't swear on his life that the competition will be friendly, it'll depend on what mood he's in at the time...or how annoying Bixenman is when he sees his fucking face.
Well, counting to ten doesn't make the red anger go away, the damn liars.
The Coach seems a little more convinced than he had been at the beginning of their conversation, which is a very good start to what Troye wants to achieve. He's just hoping he won't catch on to the reason why he wants to start a new team when there is a perfectly good one that has apparently won the last two championships, and also has a captain that is amazing for the team. But – just to make things clear – this is coming from an outside source, not from Troye. His opinion on the captain always leads him mouthing off obscenely, so let's not go there.
Unfortunately, Coach Simon has seen through Troye's plan to push him away from the real reason he wants to form a new team...it's not like he didn't try. "This is about Jacob Bixenman, isn't it?"
It only takes his name for Troye to growl with irritation, but that's enough to answer the Coach's question. He wriggles in his seat, thinking over that first day of school when he was a mere eleven year old, bright-eyed and wanting to find new opportunities at this big school. Then came the form of Jacob Bixenman, a year or so above, who told him that he played football like his grandma. And oh, were the gloves off at that point.
It might have been a tiny thing (and yeah, Troye probably did play like a grandma back when he was younger, but he's perfected his skills dramatically since then) but it was enough to spur the hatred inside of him so that it would never go away. And it wasn't like the feeling wasn't mutual, Jacob hated him too when Troye leaped onto him and bit him after that remark. However, he still swears even now that it was justified.
Troye blinks to get the memory out of his head, and he sits up straight, trying to seem as professional as a sixteen year old boy can without looking like he's got a branch up his arse. Troye thinks he successfully pulls it off. The Coach rolls his eyes at him and Troye knows that look – he knows that he's a second away from getting what he wants and it is only a matter of time.
The excitement is already building up immensely and he nearly leaps a feet in the air when the Coach says 'fine then'. He grins like a mad man, refraining from jumping around the room like an idiot, because he's not like that, he is not an idiot. Instead, he quickly says five thousand thank-you(s) (okay maybe not that much) and rushes out of the room without a second thought. Any passerby in the hallway at that time frowns at his happiness, but he can't help himself. He spots the one person he needs to talk to at the end of the hall – his best friend who is going to join his team, if he wants, he can be the co-founder – as he rushes towards Joe Payne.
